The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Then she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze now filled with the calmness and vigilance characteristic of Shirogane Yukihime.

The moment the perspective shifted, the scene inside the dormitory came into clear view.

A dozen or so young witches lay on their respective beds. Some were already fast asleep, with innocent smiles on their lips; others stared at the ceiling with their eyes open, a faint sadness on their faces.

Shirakami Yukihime's small feet creaked softly on the wooden corridor of the shrine, a sound that was particularly clear in the still night.

The clone is a loli-like figure, dressed in a light pink shrine maiden outfit, with a small white pom-pom in her short, dark hair, looking no different from other little shrine maidens.

At this moment, she was sitting upright on the tatami mat in the shrine maiden's dormitory, her eyelids slightly lowered, but in reality, she was carefully taking in everything around her through the senses of her clone.

According to the information provided by the clone, they have successfully infiltrated the shrine without being detected by anyone.

The other little shrine maidens only see the new shrine maiden in their clones, and they think she's cute and want to be her friends.

This made the loli version of Shirakami Yukihime frown slightly. If no one noticed anything unusual, it meant that the staff turnover in these shrines was extremely high.

As for where the vanished priestess went, she was most likely sacrificed.

The activities of the young shrine maidens in the shrine are basically the same as her activities when she was a shrine maiden, and so far there is nothing unusual.

The clone shifted its body slightly, trying not to make a sound, and its gaze fell on the girl tossing and turning not far away.

It was Ayase who had shown her some friendliness while cleaning the courtyard during the day.

Shirakami Yukihime cleared her throat and asked softly in a sweet, childlike voice:

"Ayase-neechan, why aren't you asleep yet? Is something bothering you?"

Upon hearing this, Ayase turned to look at her, a bitter smile on her face:

"Oh, she's a new little sister. It's nothing, she just has trouble sleeping."

"But you don't seem very happy."

Shirakami Yukihime tilted her head, her eyes innocent and naive:

"Did I do something wrong and make my sister angry? Or is it that Lady Shin'yō didn't respond to your prayer?"

Mentioning Lady Kami, Ayase's eyes dimmed slightly. She sighed softly and said in a low voice:

"It's not your problem, nor is it that Lady Kagura didn't respond, it's just... it's just that Lady Kagura seems to prefer tourists from outside."

"Tourists from out of town?" The loli clone widened her eyes, feigning curiosity. "Are they the older brothers and sisters who came to Shenying Park today? Do they also serve Lady Shenying?"

"I guess so." Ayase nodded, her tone tinged with resentment. "We grew up at the shrine, serving the sacred cherry tree devoutly every day, sweeping away fallen leaves, praying for it, hoping to be chosen by the sacred cherry tree."

"But today the adults said that Lady Shin'o has taken a liking to those outsiders and wants them to participate in the festival in three days."

Several young witches who weren't asleep nearby overheard their conversation and gathered around. One of them, a short-haired girl, said:

"Yes, I heard from the city lord in charge of the rituals that Lady Shenying is particularly fond of the guests who came this year, especially two of the girls, saying that they are rare beauties."

"Top-quality? What does that mean?" the clone continued to ask, his eyes full of confusion.

"I'm not quite sure either," the short-haired girl shook her head. "The adults say that they are virgins with pure blood, and can bring the best blessings to Lady Shenying."

"But speaking of which, one of those two chosen girls seems to be a shrine maiden too!"

"That older sister is so beautiful. I wonder if I'll be as beautiful as that witch when I grow up," the girl said with longing.

"Moreover, the adults said that we should save these two girls for last to serve Lady Shinsakura, so that we can express our utmost sincerity."

"But we are virgins too! We have been serving Lady Kamisakura all along!"

Another girl with pigtails pouted, her voice full of grievance:

"But that shrine maiden, she's different from the god we serve, so why was she chosen by Lady Kami-sakura?"

The other girl's voice was full of resentment, sounding like that of a helpless husband:

"Where exactly do we fall short compared to them?"

Ayase patted the girl with twin tails on the shoulder and comforted her:

"Don't be sad. Perhaps Lady Shenying can't bear to see us go to serve it too soon!"

Shirakami Yukihime's heart skipped a beat. Through the senses of her clone, she clearly captured every expression and tone of Ayase's voice.

She was almost certain that the chosen priestess was herself.

The words, "Finally, I will serve Lady Shenying," exploded in her mind like a thunderbolt.

She knew very well that the so-called service was nothing but a sacrifice, and being left until the end meant that she would face the most terrible fate.

Bad news: She was chosen as a sacrifice.

Good news: She will be sacrificed at the very end.

Ultimately, she was sacrificed, meaning she was highly likely to be sacrificed on the day of reckoning, making her escape significantly more difficult than others.

Furthermore, if one is sacrificed on the day of reckoning, it is unknown whether the resurrection item can be triggered. Perhaps if it is triggered, one's physical body will be teleported out of the instance, but one's soul will remain there forever.

This situation has happened before. Resurrection-type artifacts are not omnipotent. They only say that they can resurrect the physical body, but whether the soul can go out with it is another matter.

Just then, the candlelight in the dormitory flickered, and the orange flame dimmed slightly.

A faint chill crept in through the crack in the paper sliding door, making the already slightly cool air even more biting.

Shirakami Yukihime subconsciously looked up and saw a girl's figure appear in the corner of the dormitory.

The girl was dressed in a divine sword robe, with intricate silver patterns embroidered on the hem, making her look stunningly beautiful.

She had waist-length light blue hair, like tender buds breaking through the soil in early spring, yet it exuded a somewhat eerie aura in the night.

What is most striking are her eyes, a pair of pure crimson pupils, like a pair of magnificent rubies.

He stared intently at her clone, a sweet smile playing on his lips.

Shirakami Yukihime's breath caught in her throat.

The other young witches inside were completely oblivious, still lost in their own dreams or thoughts, as if the green-haired, red-eyed girl never existed.

The clone could clearly see that the girl's feet were not touching the ground, but were half a foot off the ground.

She floated lightly, her skirt swaying slightly with her movements, but without creating a single gust of air.

It's a trick!

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Shirakami Yukihime felt a chill run down her spine and straight to the top of her head, making her soul tremble uncontrollably.

She tried to control her clone to look away, but found that her body was as if it were nailed to the spot.

Unable to move, he could only watch helplessly as the strange girl slowly approached him.

"I never imagined I'd still be able to see monsters these days?"

Floating closer, its delicate and lovely face was almost pressed against hers.

The girl extended her slender, fair index finger and gently lifted the chin of the White Goddess Blood Princess, examining her closely.

Her voice was soft and sweet, like a young girl experiencing her first love, yet the content of her words sent chills down Shirakami Yukihime's spine:

"Weren't yokai supposed to have disappeared two or three hundred years ago? You must be Yuki-Douji?"

The girl giggled twice, floated away as if she found it quite novel, and then, as if she had thought of something, introduced herself:

"As you can see, I am the spirit of that sword, Qianpo."